Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1887-01-28

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Let me hear what you know and
what You fear"
He has fallen into just such hor-
rid gambling set rs that his uncle rot
into. One of them is the very same
man. They ought him out; they did.
Mr. Dalrymple. and he never would
have got into it of his own accord.
was in the room tonight, sir when
he told YOU he was going to Colonel
Haughton 5. 1t was the very man who
ruined his uncle"
"Colonel Haughtonr'
at was. He was only Captain
Haughton IN those days; he is 4 Col
onrl now. A Colonel by courtesy only,
! should call him; for l heard he has
sold out of the army long ago. It's to
know whether or not he was turned
out. And thew saw he has nothing to
i've upon. Colonel Haughton called
here some days ago; l knew his face
again, though it's bloated one now,
and his hairs grey, and he had got on
spectacles. And he knew me. Per-
haps he remembered that the last time
we ever met was over the dead body of
poor Charles Dalrymple; for he went
shuffling away. and he has never called
since. l asked Mr.. Charles if he knew
how Haughton lived-withOut SAYING
that | could tell any thing about him
and he said: No. On his property,
he supposed. Fine properly" con-
temptuOusly added Reuben; "he has
nothing but what he fieeccs others Of"
Oscar made no comment. He waited
for more.
ut was when found he had drawn
Mr.. Charles into his meshes that
wrote to Mrs. Dalryrnple. Every night,
as the nights-or, Imay say. the morn
ings-come round, at two, three, four
o'clock does Mr.. Charles come home,
flushed and haggard; yes. sir. flushed
and haggard; the two 60 together with
gamblers. though you may not fancy
So"
"You think he gamblcs?"
II am sure he does; l know the
signs too well; had that experience
with his uncle before him. Sometimes
he will come home the worse for
drink; sometimes he will be sober, and
then he seems the most wretched. He
will often walk about the rooms for an
hour before getting into bed. l hear
him from mine, pacing about like one
in frenzy. He appeared laughing
and jocular before you, Mr.. Oscar, but
it was all put on
Have you warned him? or tried to
stop him?"
what good can do, sir? Twice l
have begged him not to go out, and
said this night work was ruin; but he
was not going to heed me. l said
nothing about the play; it is hard to
tell how he might have taken it, from
me-"
"But think you ought to do so,
Reuben, and tell him the history of his
uncle. That may stagger him."
"Only last night, that ever was. l
had the greatest mind to it. But the
squire would never have it spoken of
to him; he used to say: Keep it from
him, Reuben, don't tell him that
Mr.. Charles has asked me, before now.
what his uncle died of, and l have
passed it off, and said short illness.
But what's the good of speaking, Mr..
Oscar? No warning ever turned a
gambler. think he has got bills out"
added Reuben. passing to n different
subject.
"Bills out! Already?" repeated Mr..
Dalrymple.
There's cause to fear so, SIR" he
sighed. ''And all the i'll has
arisen through those sharks COM
ing after him. They knew Moat-
Grange had fallen to him, and
they scented the prey as soon as
he set foot in London, and came hunt
ing him up, like they hunted up his
uncle Internationally years ago.
These harpies, who have no means of
their own, and live by prcying upon
young men, driving them to ruin and
despair, ought to have their nccks
stretched on Tower Hill. Nobody was
| ever born with better heart than Mr.
Charles, only he is easy, and good
natured. and gets led away"
''Tushr' said Oscar. He did not be-
lievc in good hearts; or, at any rate.
had profound contempt for them. He
believed in nothing but cool self-intcr-
est. The servant had told all he knew.
and Oscar babe him goodnight, and
departed.
They met at breakfast. Charles was
looking i'll and anxious. Oscar saw it
plainly, now the clue had been given
him.
"Been making a night of itp" began
Oscar. "You look as if you had"
Eyes, was late. Pour out the COT
fee. will you, Oscar?"
His own hands were shaking Oscar
saw it as he opened some letters.
"Therc is a letter from home, sec,
by the post-mark, remarked Oscar.
mot from the Grange. 1t is from
Farmer Lee
"What can you find to do. so as to
keep you up, night after night? You
must have some pursuit."
"One is never at loss to kill time
in London"
Il suppose not, where it is required
to be killed. But l did not know it
was necessary to kill that which ought
to be spent in sleep. One would think
you passed your nights at the gambling
table. Charles"
The words startled him, and a flush
rose to his pallid features. Oscar was
gazing steadily at him, and Charles
saw that he was.
OhoAiCo' yOu IOoh COhoClOuo. A1dSC
you learnt to gambler"
"Oh. it's nothing" said Charles,
confusedly. Il may play little now
and then"
''Do you shirk the question. Have
you taken to play?"
"A little, I tell you. Never mind.
It's my own affair"
Were you not playing last night?"
"Well-yes; was. Very little"
"Lost or won?" said Oscar, care
lessly.
"Oh. I lost" answered Charles.
1.-THE luck was against me-"
'Now, my good fellow, do you know
what you had better do? Go home to
Moat-Grange and stop there, and get
out of this set. know what game
sters are; they never let a pigeon of
till he is stripped Of his last feather.
Leave, with me, for the Grange to-day,
and cheat them; and stop there till the
mania shall have left you. though it
should be years to come"
II am not going to Moat-Grange if
I know it," was Charles Dalrymple's
| answer.